The cows, foremost of all the world, on whom this living world depends, along with their milk stream forth blood. Swords leap on their own from their sheaths and blaze fiercely; weapons plainly show that battle has drawn near. The gleam of weapons, of water, of armor and banners has turned the color of fire: there will be great destruction. In every quarter, beasts and birds with blazing mouths cry out, showing extreme calamity and proclaiming great fear. At night a heavenly ill-omened bird with one wing, one eye, and one leg shrieks fiercely, again and again vomiting blood. Two planets with copper-red crests stand as though ablaze, completely eclipsing the radiance of the majestic Seven Sages. Jupiter and Saturn, both blazing, have stood near Vishakha for a whole year now. In Krittika a fierce planet blazes like a comet, stealing away the forms of bodies with its light. O lord of the peoples, Budha darts again and again through all three of the first constellations, giving rise to immense fear.